A Skunk's Portrait
Christen prodded his friend Stewart in the back as they walked down the street, the pair of friends had heard about an arts festival that was going to be held in town and the news had peaked their interest. Their girlfriends absolutely adored art, and...
Loverhood's Beginning: Chapter 5 - Smells Like Teen Spirit
Years back, when my brother and I were beginning to experiment under bed covers, we never truly thought of the consequences. We were just two horny teenagers exploring. We knew what we did was bad but thought a...
LB: Chapter 6 - Heresy
In the intervening three days since the convenience store fired me, Jasper asked for more hours at his workplace, which meant he worked close to forty-five or fifty hours. In the meantime, I spent all my sudden...
Man Cave
**_\<\<Warning: The following story contains graphic depictions of bodily substances. Read on at your own risk.\>\>_ Man Cave** Written by Leo\_Todrius Commissioned by Kokarca The air had a slight bite to it, but that was to be expected in...
LB: Chapter 8 - Sweetest Lie
_ "I...think we need a break."_ _ "Just a break...or is this gonna be...
Substitute Teacher Trick
Andrea's penis had a certain grime and grunge that other penises did not; she wasn't filthy, but she wasn't utterly sanitized, either. mr.
Astaroth Ankh-Love hurts
Amanda realized that the lion held a grunge against the shadow bats, and he could represent a danger to her brother. she whispered: 'you are not going to hurt the one who healed you and is our only ticket to freedom?'
Punk Rockers
The crowd roared, the bass echoed, the floor rumbled as a mix of industrial techno and indie grunge rock pounded through the speakers and out into the club.
"You Can Trust Me."
Standing beside him was a tall, well built blonde with long hair, she was wearing a tacky plaid short sleeve shirt like the ones you see from the 90's grunge era and skinny ripped jeans.
The Experiment: Meeting the group.
Dressed in what would be nicely called grunge, he wore tight, ripped jeans, a button down shirt, and a skull cap. the shirt hung open over a large muscular chest adorned with a pair of silver chains and tight, muscular abs.
Companions Chapter 04: The Link
When he was dirty, this smell was overpowered by that of his grunge. only now, could his true aroma be sampled by my "undiscerning nose" as he would put it. it fired off nerves in my brain that had, until now, been entirely dormant.
Roi des Voleurs Ch. 3: One Night in Prisa
At this blink grunged up the patched and somewhat threadbare hat before nestling it squarely between his ears. temmy smiled in approval. "perfect!